teenage kicks


Let me start by saying that this is not a whine-y fashion blog. This is however, a whine-y post that only offers the glimpse into the mind of a simpleton in desperate pursuit for creepers. I am so fixated on getting creepers at the moment my heart palpitates irregularly when look at them. My brain also goes into aneurysm when I realise how expensive an authentic pair of T.U.K. or Underground creepers are and that I am still willing to pay full-price (FYI: I am the stingiest person in the world, after my parents).  They are BAD ASS and ~*classic*~ and  I neeeeeeed them. That's all.

  feel free to illuminate me on the source of this picture- 'we heart it' doesn't count. 

p.s. how's life?